An Jing couldn't help but laugh and cry. Her second son had become addicted to collecting valuable and rare items since birth, and it seemed that this hobby wouldn't change anytime soon.
However, her son didn't steal or rob, so An Jing said nothing about it. Anyway, it seemed that her second son wouldn't listen even if she did say anything.
Xiao Changyi glanced at his other three sons before taking the battle helmet off Su Yi Jing's head. Seeing Su Yi Jing's gaze following the helmet's movement, he asked softly, "Do you still want to wear it?"
Su Yi Jing shook his head. After a moment, he quietly asked, "Father, can I hold it?"
"Yes," Xiao Changyi gave the battle helmet to Su Yi Jing, and Su Yi Jing immediately smiled with joy.
Because the battle helmet was somewhat heavy, Su Yi Jing couldn't hold it up and had to clutch it with both hands. His bright eyes remained fixed on the helmet, showing that he not only liked it but was also reluctant to part with it.
